She twirled it around
it didn’t break
willed it not to.
Yesterday didn’t matter
can fuck right off.
when you think of it.
So don’t fool yourself,
it’s a grind unacceptable,
a price too fucked up
There’s no logic
in the teeth
And that is not
the correct way to play.
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography
published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids
instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet.
Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096
‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036
And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope
You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/